Under the Rubber Tree
Each day I visit the village square, and each day the older men gather to pass time. Friends since school days, one by one they…
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Each day I visit the village square, and each day the older men gather to pass time. Friends since school days, one by one they…
There is a man without a head, high on a hill. Is he a spirit or is he real? Nobody knows what to say. They…
Each person has their day in the sun, so to speak. But time keeps rolling on. You can’t stop time, no matter what you do.…
Today, I met this old man of yesterday. His shoulders were bent, and his hair was gray. He said son, don’t lag behind. You’re just…
Oh, I’d love to see Grandma Pearl and Grandma Emma again. I’d love to hear Uncle Curtis play the banjo down in Nebo Bend. I’d…
Everyone at Connor Street Baptist loved Billy. He was a short, round man with a forgettable, round face framed by large round glasses. His sparse…
Hello, I’m Walker Ikard. I wanted to introduce myself to the writing community. I’m the son of world famous, Osie Whitaker Ikard. Osie, along with…
Do you want to be a songwriter? Do you want to write beautiful songs that people listen to on the radio and other places? Do…
You go out in nature to spend your day. You want the sun to shine your way. You look at the beautiful trees and birds…
Life is a winding road. You never know which way to go. Sometimes you want to figure it all. What is life all about? Life…
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